1    Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
2    I here confess myself the king of Tyre;
3    Who, frighted from my country, did wed
4    At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
5    At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
6    A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess,
7    Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
8    Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years
9    He sought to murder: but her better stars
10   Brought her to Mytilene; 'gainst whose shore
11   Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
12   Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
13   Made known herself my daughter.

14   Voice and favour!
15   You are, you are--O royal Pericles!

16   What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen!

17   Noble sir,
18   If you have told Diana's altar true,
19   This is your wife.

20   Reverend appearer, no;
21   I threw her overboard with these very arms.

22   Upon this coast, I warrant you.

23   'Tis most certain.

24   Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erjoy'd.
25   Early in blustering morn this lady was
26   Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
27   Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her
28   Here in Diana's temple.

29   May we see them?

30   Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
31   Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is recovered.

32   O, let me look!
33   If he be none of mine, my sanctity
34   Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
35   But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,
36   Are you not Pericles? Like him you spake,
37   Like him you are: did you not name a tempest,
38   A birth, and death?

39   The voice of dead Thaisa!

40   That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
41   And drown'd.

42   Immortal Dian!

43   Now I know you better.
44   When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
45   The king my father gave you such a ring.

46   This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness
47   Makes my past miseries sports: you shall do well,
48   That on the touching of her lips I may
49   Melt and no more be seen. O, come, be buried
50   A second time within these arms.

51   My heart
52   Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.

53   Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;
54   Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina
55   For she was yielded there.

56   Blest, and mine own!

57   Hail, madam, and my queen!

58   I know you not.

59   You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,
60   I left behind an ancient substitute:
61   Can you remember what I call'd the man?
62   I have named him oft.

63   'Twas Helicanus then.

64   Still confirmation:
65   Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.
66   Now do I long to hear how you were found;
67   How possibly preserved; and who to thank,
68   Besides the gods, for this great miracle.

69   Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
70   Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can
71   From first to last resolve you.

72   Reverend sir,
73   The gods can have no mortal officer
74   More like a god than you. Will you deliver
75   How this dead queen re-lives?

76   I will, my lord.
77   Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
78   Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
79   How she came placed here in the temple;
80   No needful thing omitted.

81   Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I
82   Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa,
83   This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
84   Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
85   This ornament
86   Makes me look dismal will I clip to form;
87   And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
88   To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

89   Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
90   My father's dead.

91   Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen,
92   We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
93   Will in that kingdom spend our following days:
94   Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
95   Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay
96   To hear the rest untold: sir, lead's the way.

97   In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard
98   Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
99   In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen,
100  Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,
101  Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast,
102  Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last:
103  In Helicanus may you well descry
104  A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
105  In reverend Cerimon there well appears
106  The worth that learned charity aye wears:
107  For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
108  Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name
109  Of Pericles, to rage the city turn,
110  That him and his they in his palace burn;
111  The gods for murder seemed so content
112  To punish them; although not done, but meant.
113  So, on your patience evermore attending,
114  New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.